The emcee outside the arena couldn't see anything, and even if he guessed that Li Wuxiong might be in danger, he didn't dare to interrupt the entire competition hastily. In the ring, it is said that it is not life and death, and the point will stop, but this balance is not so easy to grasp, especially when two young people with strong blood face each other. It is also difficult to see the affairs of the various castes on the throne that are far away. Li Geshu knew that this yellow sand was definitely not the Li family's technique, thinking about it this way, Li Wuxiong was at a disadvantage; although he was anxious, he was sure that his grandson after changing the tiger bone would definitely be able to cope with it, and he had lost a few moves before, but his grandson was unwilling to expose the edge of the tiger bone, so he held his temper. There is only one person on the throne who knows this spell: not to do it. He is a dignitary of Mocheng and has had the privilege of watching two "Ox Ear Meetings". The Qiao clan of Beidi is good at the art of dungeons, and as soon as the spell comes out, it is like this yellow sand covering the sun. But this Qiao family is the royal family of Beidi, and it has nothing to do with this Qingjiang pawn. Shi didn't think it through, and with his habit of not seeking to understand, he turned this article over.

In the yellow sand, Zeng dared to pick only the most painful and ugly place after the fight, and slammed it on Li Wuxiong's face, joints, and acupuncture points. Li Wuxiong had been able to resist twice before, and then fainted, no different from a personal meat sandbag. Zeng dared to be a gentle and decent good man on weekdays, but as the operation of Sunday intensified, he gradually revealed his hideous and terrifying side. Especially when he performed the Cow Prison Technique, the whole person was like a mad dog, just wanting to see flesh and blood. The muscles on Zeng Dawei's face twitched uncontrollably due to anger and excitement. He pulled the index finger and ring finger of Li Wuxiong's left hand, sandwiched them between the two halberds, and then clamped them with all his might. As a lightning strike struck from his fingertips to his head, Li Wuxiong woke up in an instant.

Zeng dared to whisper: If you pass out, there is no point in the pain.

Li Wuxiong's breath of hanging life has dissipated, and Zhou Tian is empty, almost becoming a waste. But a soldier can be killed, not dishonored, let alone such a man whose heart is higher than the sky. Even though he could only act like an ordinary martial artist, Li Wuxiong still used a little strength of his arm to throw an uppercut and smash it into the opponent's chin. Zeng dared to deliberately not dodge, and calmly took a punch, unscathed, but the metacarpophalangeal joints of Li Wuxiong's middle finger were cracked alive, and it was a heart-piercing pain. As soon as his fist loosened, a red pill flew out of it, and Li Wuxiong raised his head and took it in. Zeng dared to act and raised his sword finger, and when it was pressed against Li Wuxiong's throat, the red pill was locked in his mouth and could not fall into his stomach. He said: Li Wuxiong, don't worry, I won't give you a chance to win.

The sand blew more and more violently, affecting almost the entire stand. There was a constant sound of spitting sand from the audience, and a few people freed their tongues and mixed a few muffled insults. Li Wuxiong's face turned red, and he couldn't go up or down in one breath. As soon as his head was bloodshot, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything but his own pulse. Li Wuxiong was in severe pain, unable to see, hear, or smell, as if he had been stripped from the world, and even walked the marquee of life in his mind in a trance.

The little songs I often listened to as a child, the cool water of the Qingjiang River, the books that Xiyuan couldn't finish reading, and the girl who was looking at him... These prosaic and trivial fragments are full of the last trace of his sanity, not the precocious wisdom of the genius who entered the realm of knowledge at the age of seven, the heroic posture of the heroes who defeated Qingjiang at the age of twenty-one, and the rebuke of the Li clan at the age of twenty-five. What he cherished most in his subconscious was these unnoticed details, and Li Wuxiong closed his eyes and gave up resistance.

But a distant but clear whisper came from his head: Don't forget your identity!

This sentence is not for him.

Zeng dared to be shocked when he heard this, and poked a finger two inches below his sword process, which was the location of the liver. The liver belongs to wood, and wood makes fire. When a person is angry, the blood path of the liver can be restored immediately. He was so agitated that he restrained the urge to kill, and froze in place and didn't dare to move again. A fist appeared out of thin air in the yellow sand, striking Zeng Dawei's chest, and he flew backwards and fell under the ring. He rolled on the spot twice, got up and said:

Li Gongzi was brave and unmatched, and he lost in the next submission.

He buried his head and stepped back away from the field.

The moment he dared to retreat, the pill in Li Wuxiong's throat fell into his stomach, releasing a strong vitality and vitality. This pill is the secret of the Li family, called Qiyang Cleansing Pill, and it is also called "Bullying the King of Yama". This pill is based on the prescription used by the dying man, and follows the medical theory of curing sores by stripping the flesh. The Li family, regardless of the life hanging technique or the Yang Cleansing Pill, mostly took the path of self-injury to the enemy, and the consequences were endless, but it did work very quickly; at the beginning, Li Geshu swallowed this pill before he cut out the Li family's peerless "Three Knives of Peeping Hu" and severely damaged the cats and pseudo-tigers. The power contained in that move was so ruthless that even the night knife created by the secret technique was broken. And the moment he dared to fall out of the ring now, Li Wuxiong's wounds everywhere immediately stopped and healed, and even the lumps on his face disappeared, and his mind gradually sobered up.

Li Wuxiong's fists were clenched tightly, and before he could exert his strength, he dared to do it but had already admitted defeat. Li Wuxiong is not stupid, he knows that even if he eats the Qiyang Cleansing Pill, he can only exchange thirty moves with Zeng Dangwei, and he will inevitably be defeated in the end; Zeng Dare must have other reasons for admitting defeat. He suddenly remembered the sentence that appeared in the sea of knowledge for no reason before the accident: Don't forget your identity.

Who doesn't forget?

What identity?

Unlike Li Wuxiong, who dared to have his own thoughts, the audience only saw Li Wuxiong standing on the stage with a majestic spirit, and dared to bow respectfully to the audience. The outcome of this game has been decided, and the master of ceremonies sings: The winner, Takeo Lee.

Although the victory and defeat are only between lightning and flint, ordinary viewers can't see the mystery at all. But when has there ever been a lack of storytellers and coaxers under the overpass, within three or five days, this competition will undoubtedly be broken down into a three-hundred-round battle. But Ma Qing and Han Laoqi are very close, and their cultivation is not low, and they both see a clue. The two looked at each other, but they couldn't say why.

Ma Qing's eyes flashed, and he turned his head to look at the bustling audience. After sweeping two laps, he finally saw the target, so he shouted: Xiao Wei!

Sure enough, a small head raised high and waved to him excitedly in response. Ma Qing beckoned, Xiao Wei happily climbed down the audience, and after a while, he arrived at the entrance gate. Ma Qing personally went out and took Xiao Wei to the low shed where the players were resting.

Li Wei is different from the past now, and he is accompanied by servants when he travels. This is Li Wuxiong's arrangement, although Xiao Wei is a little uncomfortable, he is not willing to disobey the will of the head of the family. Ma Qing didn't care, he only took Xiao Wei in, and the family could only watch from afar.

Before Xiao Wei could sit down, Han Laoqi asked: Which little ghost is it?

Ma Qing snorted on the stage and said: Li family's.

Han Laoqi asked: What are you calling him in for, do you want to help you look at the money bag?

Ma Qing raised his head, and Han Laoqi had already taken off his sleeve, showing off his strong suit.

Ma Qing said: Forgive me for not daring to hit my money bag. Don't underestimate him, this is my junior brother.

Xiao Wei's small body sat on the bench, and her feet couldn't touch the ground. He shook his thin legs and feet, and looked excitedly and blankly at the two people next to him who were discussing him. Suddenly, he heard a speech sickness, and corrected him:

It's Uncle Shi!

Seeing that the master of ceremonies was glaring at him, Han Laoqi immediately stepped forward and urged: The floor has been repaired, it's time for us to go up.

Ma Qing said: Xiao Wei, don't move if you stay here, I will find you later.

Ma Qing was still wearing a wide coat, and when he left, he didn't forget to pat Xiao Wei's head and say:

Look at these three people, they are still fighting so hard for second.